Nathan Algren

There was not enough whiskey in the world.

Really.

Walks on the beach after dark, those seemed normal enough. Until one took into consideration that walks on the beach led to hunting, to stalking bars and attempting to attract innocents, with the smell of their blood in his nose. And stalking lead to being hunted, by none other than one of his own students. He was going to owe Buffy an apology, perhaps on Thursday after class. He wasn't terribly looking forward to that.

And after that, it had been one unsavory happenstance after another, which lead to a very awkward morning and some apologizing earlier in the evening.

That was all out of the way for the time being. And Nathan had a few bottles, just waiting to be opened.

Not enough whiskey in the world.

[He's open for visits, of course, if anyone has any reason to come knocking on his bedroom door.]

Well. The assembly had... gone...

It had gone. That was more than enough for Algren, who was holding his office hours in his military uniform since his other clothing had vanished on him.

When those clothes had decided to disappear as well, Algren did two things. First, the "AUUUUUGH" sound he made, which nearly made the ceiling rattle. And second, the sudden and indisputable conclusion was made that the entirety of the past two weeks was nothing more than a drunken hallucination.

Yes. That had to be it.

[[Open!]]